the door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us
footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, torn up. . .
and you will go to mykonos
with a vision of a gentle coast
and a sun to maybe dissipate
shadows of the mess you made
. . .you go
wherever you go today
you go today
mykonos, may 2008.
and you will go to mykonos
with a vision of a gentle coast
and a sun to maybe dissipate
shadows of the mess you made
. . .you go
wherever you go today
you go today
mykonos, may 2008.
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